My words,
Been loaded a long time,
My heart,
Thumps alive and out loud in my ears.
My nerves,
Oh gosh, they're static just short of painful.
It's my venom,
It's my fear,
I spit on to the crowd,
I pour it out,
But it just keeps coming.
As much as it helps,
It drives me mad,
And raises my fear,
Because you actually feel it too,
The heavyweight in my chest,
As they cut the breaks to silence.
Oh gosh, it stings,
But I'm addicted,
Makes things feel like their moving.
Don't you dare tell me that life is short,
Because I already know,
But I can't help but push time a little faster,
Because all good things come to an end,
And when this one ends,
My venom will still sting the hearts and stain the pages.